Tuesday, July 17, 2007

For the Common Good

Everybody has at least one in them, unfortunatelythey don’t get to it until a birthday or anniversary,college roommate’s wedding or loved ones’ funeralwhen words that’ve been bottled up for years pop their sealand pour sticky sentiment all over the nearest guests.

These untrained souls don’t recall whether an anapestis one or how the sonnet turns, school having taught onlylessons on the torture of phrases, the way to hoist a hose.

Better if poetry was easily accomplished like text messaging,simple, attractive and available as soft drinks instead of boozeat church functions. That way, craft would be a matter of prideas folks jostle and nudge inspiration into pleasing shapes.

Imagine the topless dancer writing an aubade on her thigh,a serial killer sending crown sonnet clues to the detectives,pizza delivery boys bringing a villanelle (on special this week)to the fraternity house hosting a couples couplet fund raiser.

Doubtless we would all benefit, fingers counting syllablesdon’t hold guns, scientists formulating Fibonacci rhymeswon’t built better bombs. All could be with the world, you know,when even dog walkers are busy dreaming up haiku’s.

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